User blog:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/Wake

''Soft green light left dapples on the grass and wildflowers that dotted the secluded meadow. A small brook tinkled past, through the tall birch and elm trunks. Early morning dew gave the scene an ethereal glow.''

''Something flashed dazzling white on the verdant meadow and settled in a sunspot. Another patch of moving color broke the stillness, this time dark russet, and moved to where the white thing sat''

''The two colors, if seen clearly, were two beasts, one white-furred and one dark russet. The white one was a sleek ermine, the russet-furred, a slim weasel''

''The russet-furred beast held the ermine's face in his paws and kissed her rose nosetip fondly. The ermine pushed him away playfully, hiding a smile which crinkled the corners of her pale azure eyes''